The arrival

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The cold runs through the trees as the car pulls up the gravel driveway, the sky a dusky grey as the night slowly starts to roll in along with its teary counterpart. The sound of steps crunching on the ground and the closing of car doors mix with heavy breaths and the jangling of keys. The sounds of the keys knocking and scratching against the lock before a satisfying click opens the door.



The sounds of shoes being kicked off onto the hardwood floor and the familiar crinkling of jackets being removed and put onto the coat rack. Huffs and puffs are exchanged as the two settle in for the night, the weight on the couch softly moves as the two sit down peacefully.


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